Shamash
Lupin
We are but children reared in shade...
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Post by Shamash on Mar 24, 2006 11:56:38 GMT -5
Shamash had seen many lands in his travels, but all seemed to pale in comparison with the territory he found himself in currently. The normally fleet-footed wolf slowed, taking his time and absorbing the landscape. The scent of other wolves was heavy in the air, and criss-crossing pack markers confused him. How could so many wolf packs exist in one place, pressed so close to each other?
Glowing blue eyes scanned the clearing he had entered. On top of the wolf scent, he could pick up traces of sabers and humans. The wind was strong, bending the tops of the trees with its gusts. Perhaps that was why the scents were so strong. No pack could survive rival wolves, sabers, and humans, could they?
Shamash padded over to a small rockface and leapt up onto it. By now, the resident pack had taken notice of him, by scent or sight. Better to announce his presence formally than wait for angry wolves to find him. Once he got a feel for them, he'd decide whether or not this is where he wanted to stay.
He had a feeling that he would.
Tipping his snowy-white head back, Shamash howled: A strangely low, airy sound that floated through the trees of the Aryian Forest.
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